Moonlight Summoning
"Prompt: Are you willing to follow the instructions of the Ancient One Vilan and become his disciple?"
What else is there to think about?
Roger immediately selected "Confirm"! The next second...
A satisfied voice rang in his ears:
"As expected of my successor."
"Now, get up and leave that house, and walk north along the main road in the center of the village."
"I will wait for you by Resting Lake."
As he spoke.
The sound gradually faded into a faint, ethereal murmur.
Only the last sentence remained, echoing in Roger's mind like a demonic chant—
"Wait for you..."
"Wait for you..."
"Wait for you..."
Roger shook his head and nimbly stood up from the tattered bed bathed in moonlight.
bedside.
The Cindy Soap, its face full of vigilance, seemed to have realized something.
It struggled to crawl over. "Master, no..."
Its voice was mercilessly silenced.
Roger gently grabbed the soap and stuffed it into the right pocket of his pants, then gave it a small squeeze.
Immediately afterwards.
He walked out of the abandoned hut without expression.
The courtyard outside was bathed in moonlight.
Thousands upon thousands of glowing dandelions floated in the air.
These lights intertwined.
The Lakeside Village was illuminated as if it were daytime.
Roger walked on the main road.
Occasionally, you can see the shadows of houses along the roadside.
There were also psychics secretly watching him.
But no one came out of the house to interfere.
Roger didn't take it seriously.
Following the advice of the Ancient One, he left the village and traveled north along a moonlit path paved with pebbles until he reached the tranquil lakeside.
It was midnight.
The Resting Lake Mist Aura.
They've become closer.
Roger then noticed a man standing by the lake, completely shrouded in a gray robe and hood.
The gray-robed man had no face.
Roger's gaze was fixed on the depths of the hood.
He could only see a cloud of mist that looked as if it had just risen from a pipe.
"You've come at just the right time."
The gray-robed man said, "The treasure buried in Resting Lake will only rise to the surface and become visible to the naked eye tonight, given the stars and weather conditions."
"Under normal circumstances."
"They will hide in paradoxical places that do not belong to the spirit world or the Material Realm."
"And from ancient times to the present, no one has been able to enter the land of paradox."
Roger nodded slightly.
"Everyone thinks I have perished, but I have been working hard to repair the Sixth Stack Road. You should have seen that, right? My path to ascension has not been interrupted; it has just encountered a small mishap."
The gray-robed man calmly recounted, "My efforts over the years have finally paid off. I discovered a treasure in Resting Lake that can help me repair the Sixth Stack Road."
"But I don't have a physical body, so I can't interfere with the changes in the Material Realm."
"So..."
"Would you be willing to help me get that treasure?"
"Once you succeed, you will become my chief disciple, and on the day I ascend, I will elevate you to the position of the new Ancient One, where you will enjoy a lifespan of near eternity..."
His voice gradually became more seductive.
Roger suddenly raised his voice and rolled up his sleeves. "Then what are you all standing there for?"
"Let's get started quickly!"
The gray-robed man paused for a moment.
He seemed to have prepared many persuasive arguments, but unexpectedly, he didn't need to use them.
However, he reacted quickly.
Under the moonlight.
Without saying a word, he walked to the lakeside.
Roger followed them.
Indeed, a large area of strange objects emitting golden light was found at the bottom of the lake.
Between different objects.
A group of silvery fish swam back and forth.
They looked very relaxed and peaceful.
"Don't underestimate these fish; they are also monsters from the Paradoxical Land."
The gray-robed man said coldly:
"I will guide you to the bottom of the lake, but the subsequent exploration of the treasure will be up to you. Do you understand?"
"Clear!"
Roger answered loudly.
His voice echoed through the woods at night.
The gray-robed man turned around and tilted his head to look at him.
Roger looked at the other person with a straight face.
After a while.
The man in the gray robe said hesitantly:
"Don't shout so loudly."
"Oh, I understand."
Roger said.
"Come with me. I'll jump, and you jump right after me. Remember to be quick, because I can't keep the door to the lake's underwater treasure open for long..."
As he spoke.
The man in the gray robe leaped into the air! In an instant...
A whirlpool-shaped gate appeared on the surface of the lake.
The gray-robed man's body lightly touched the gate woven from the lake water.
"Quick..."
He urged them on instinctively.
However, in that instant...
He was completely dumbfounded—
Because all he saw was a figure rapidly moving away from the shore!
Roger ran away without looking back! At that time...
A gentle breeze swept across the lake.
Roger's mocking voice followed. "You, the Ancient One Vilan?"
"Then I'd still be Qin Shi Huang..."
Why don't you just say you're sending money?
Although I couldn't understand the meaning behind Roger's words.
But the gray-robed man was still furious!
He roared, his gray robe billowed back, and he quickly gave chase!
At that time.
A violent ripple erupted in the center of the lake.
The colorful treasures at the bottom of the lake have turned into piles of Corrosion, unrecognizable skeletons! As for those wandering silver-scaled fish...
They also transformed into a group of bizarre creatures covered in Bone Spurs and fleshy blisters.
Resting Lake under the moonlight.
These strange fish are frantically sucking nutrients from the dead bones!
Lakeside and woodland.
Roger moved quickly.
But the gray-robed man's flying speed was clearly different from that of ordinary people!
In the blink of an eye.
He flew up behind Roger.
He was muttering to himself.
Accompanied by the Word of the Formless of the gray-robed man.
Four thick, yellow tentacles rapidly sprouted from the woods ahead! The tentacles lashed out wildly, blocking Roger's path.
"How dare you mock me!"
The gray-robed man was furious.
He raised his right hand, which transformed into a sharp claw, and like a vengeful ghost, he clawed at Roger's back! But the next second...
Roger, who had been running away, suddenly turned around! Facing the gray-robed man's claws.
There was absolutely no fear on his face!
Under the moonlight.
Roger's shoulders twitched slightly a dozen times.
A continuous line of snow-white blades flashed by! A while later...
The sound of blades piercing flesh only rang out slowly.
Under the incredulous gaze of the gray-robed man.
His right hand gradually went limp.
His corpse, which was suspended in mid-air, instantly shattered into pieces!
It rolled down like rocks falling from a mountain!
Pfft!
In a short time.
An eerie aura permeated the air.
The rotting chunks of flesh fell limply to the ground, emitting plumes of black smoke.
The area affected by the black smoke.
The once lush grass was also killed by the smoke!
Roger involuntarily took two steps back.
Then he slowly sheathed his 'sword'.
In a short while.
The long sword that appeared out of nowhere and was quite similar to the Red Moon smoothly transformed into a bar of fragrant, sweet-smelling soap.
"Impersonators aren't all that great!"
"It seems that a combat power of sixteen strikes per second is more than enough to deal with this imposter."
Roger slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
I looked at the data panel.
"Hint: You have used ' Psychic Soap ', Cindy's Inspiration -1"
"You have obtained a high-quality replica of the Red Moon."
"Log: Your Blade Speed of 700 points is now active..."
"Hint: You have killed the imposter Mogu Li."
"Extermination Order: You have acquired the Psychic Art from the Mogu Li: Frost."
"In the Present World Panel settlement, should I convert Psychic Art: Frost into a rank? Convertible ranks include, but are not limited to, the following options:"
1. Ocean 2. Snow-capped mountains 3. Moonlight 4. Winter 5. Swamp...
See here.
Roger was slightly taken aback.
"In the Historical World, can Extermination Order also be subject to hierarchical restrictions?"
"That transformation covers far too much ground!"
Thinking about this...
His heart was pounding uncontrollably! If at first he had found Legacy of Time a bit boring...
As he delved deeper...
He has already discovered the wonders of this place!
This is absolutely the perfect place to farm points! In the Real World.
The concept of "position" has long been differentiated into thousands of different types across various sub-fields.
Even Roger.
It's too difficult to find the position you need by finding brothers!
But in the Historical World of Far Gaze Town.
It seems there are only five elemental positions plus one time-related position! There might be other less common positions as well.
But those things no longer matter! Knife, spring, frost, furnace, breath.
These five types of Psychic Art correspond to the vast majority of beings in the Real World! Besides that...
It is not difficult to discover this through Roger's experiments.
The efficiency of converting Psychic Art into a rank is quite high! In this case...
If we only focus on the Slaughter Authority Rank of the Blade Sect...
That would be rather narrow-minded.
You can also refresh the other positions while you're at it! Thinking of this...
Roger was even considering setting a small goal first.
Um.
At least I have one more chance to be reincarnated.
It's not too much to aspire to become one of the Five Elements Warriors of Far Gaze Town, is it?
Setting goals is one thing, but setting goals is another.
The practical issues still need to be dealt with first.
Faced with many choices of frost.
Roger ultimately chose the "Moonlight Authority Rank"! After the exchange was completed.
The Extermination Order indicated that he had gained Moonlight Authority Rank of 0.04.
"Moonlight Authority Rank: You can gain extra benefits from the act of bathing in moonlight."
When you are under the moonlight, you will gain the following passive attribute: Movement speed +30%;
Charm +3;
Stealth +100;
Dance +100;
Charm +100;
You have gained the random rank feat - Moonlight Summoning.
"Moonlight Summoning: Every month, under the moonlight, you can summon one weapon that belongs to you, granting it certain attribute boosts or reductions in limitations (permanent/unique)."
"Is the improvement or reduction of attributes permanent?"
"A weapon can only be summoned once, right?"
Roger analyzed it carefully.
He was eager to test the effectiveness of this Moonlight Summoning on the spot.
But at this moment, we are in the wild.
Although the malicious imposter has been killed.
Those four tentacles have also disappeared.
But that doesn't mean everything is safe.
He then picked up a strange stone slab left behind by the imposter after his death.
Then he walked quickly towards the Lakeside Village.
As we walked out of the woods.
Roger encountered an elderly man dressed in a tuxedo, who looked like a gentleman.
The other person was leaning on a cane, looking in Roger's direction.
"Over the years, imposters have been blaspheming Lord Vilan's glory, and you are the first to kill one of them."
Before Roger could speak...
The man then said in a stiff tone:
"This might bring you good luck."
"Mr. Modo?"
Roger had a vague idea of his identity.
The other party should be the steward of the Ancient One Vilan —the legendary Undead Motto.
Medog nodded vigorously.
Roger originally thought that the old man must have something else to say to him since he was waiting here on purpose.
Who would have thought that after nodding, the other person would only say, "Go back to the village as soon as possible, it's not safe outside."
Then he left, leaning on his cane.
Watching Mo's departing figure.
Roger looked thoughtful.
After a while.
A light mist rose in the woods.
Roger then left without lingering and quickly returned to the village.
It was quite a coincidence.
He bumped into his only acquaintance Blue Will, at the village entrance.
The young scholar seemed distracted.
As Roger approached.
He was pacing back and forth, muttering something to himself.
Is there anything I can do to help?
Roger asked the question.
Blue Will was startled by what he heard.
But upon recognizing Roger, the young man immediately relaxed, and said with a bitter face:
"I'm hesitating about whether or not to participate in tomorrow's game."
"I just heard Mr. Modo say that people like us who received invitations through official channels can voluntarily give up the opportunity to participate in the game."
"While this means I'll miss out on Lord Vilan's treasure, it will give me two to three months of safe training time in Lakeside Town. I'm weighing whether this deal is worthwhile..."
Official channels?
Does this refer to black market auctions?
Roger glanced at the cursed claw on the back of his hand and smiled slightly, "I can't help you with that."
In my opinion...
You'd better follow your heart.
After saying that.
Ignoring the somewhat bewildered Blue Will, he strode towards his room.
Until they were safely returned to their temporary home.
Roger's smile slowly faded.
"Give up?"
"Interesting. That's a reasonable explanation... If the invitation becomes a ticket to a cultivation paradise, then there probably won't be many people who actually participate in the so-called game."
He sat on the edge of the bed, thinking quietly.
This Lakeside Village appears calm and peaceful on the surface.
In reality, it is fraught with danger.
If he hadn't heard about the imposter from Blue Will and if the imposter hadn't shown many flaws in his story, he probably would have suffered a considerable loss.
And when I think of Blue Will...
Roger also had many doubts.
In the "Word of the Formless" of Psychic Art.
The name, when reversed, means "Vilan II"! It's hard not to suspect the other party's origins!
"If Vilan also had more than two lives..."
Roger felt a chill run down his spine the more he thought about it.
I feel like the whole world is full of conspiracies!
Compared to Far Gaze Town.
Even Mystra seemed much more honest and simple! He pondered for a long time.
He still had no clue.
That feeling of unease welled up in my heart again.
In Roger's mind.
The night seemed exceptionally long.
I can't fall asleep.
He simply got out of bed to experiment with the "Moonlight Summoning".
Because all his weapons are sealed.
Roger guessed that this ability could at most enhance the weapons he carried with him.
But the next second...
His face was swollen from being punched!
Amidst the low chanting.
Pure white moonlight suddenly appeared from his palm.
Roger had a flash of inspiration.
Something was missing from the Tinder Pouch.
And when it reappeared in Roger's palm.
It's already a large-caliber silver pistol that has been unsealed!
"The Blasphemy Moon (Firearms/Upgrade/Useable)"
"Historical Panel Attribute: One-Hit Kill (Ancient One and below)"
"Restriction (nerfed): Ascended, or 0.3 Hot Weapon Authority Rank, or 0.04 slots for moonlight (or related) (previously 0.4)"
"Warning: Using weapons from the present world in Historical World will rapidly increase your Anomaly Value!"
"Tip: You can use Psychic Soap to cover the weapon's exterior to alleviate this problem. During the covering process, there may be slight attribute changes..."
Do you need Cindy's help?
"That's perfectly fine!"
"Damn, I can finally use top-tier weapons!"
That moment.
Roger was practically moved to tears!
This super pistol, which I scavenged from 010, has been gathering dust in my Tinder Pouch for far too long.
Now he finally had the chance to shine! He couldn't wait to familiarize himself with the murder weapon in his hand.
And he had Cindy cover the pistol in various poses, using the aura of Psychic Art to conceal its origins from the mortal world.
unconsciously.
It was already bright outside the window.
A bustling sound came from the village.
Roger quickly tidied up.
Then he quickly walked out of the house.
The sound of a noisy argument drifted on the morning breeze.
at the same time.
The invitation in his arms was slightly warm.
Very soon.
In the square in the center of the village.
The 36 spiritualists and the old Butler Motto took their places.
That game that had been held in Lakeside Village for many years but remained unknown to outsiders.
Finally, the curtain slowly rose.